Through the Window

Through the Window

 

When I was a little girl

I sat in the window

And watched the kids play.

They laughed and ran so.

 

Every now and again,

They’d wave at me.

Sometimes, for me they performed skits

Through the window, my special treat.

 

Trying their best to include me,

The one inside the window frame.

Spectating from inside,

I’d laugh and smile at their games.

 

Though I wished I could play with them,

To simply be a kid, too,

I actually liked watching their fun

Through the window in my bedroom.

 

When I started writing stories,

I created my own little world.

In them, I was free to be

Just a little girl.

 

In years since, there’s been things I dreamt of.

And guess what? I now have my own show… my art…

As the books I write flow

Through the window of my heart.

 

Melinda McQueen Rodgers

June 7, 2021

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

So beautiful and wonderful words shared. You allowed me to know a part of you.
"In years since, there’s been things I dreamt of.
And guess what? I now have my own show… my art…
As the books I write flow
Through the window of my heart."
The above lines. This is what poetry should be. Thank you dear Melinda for sharing your amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Melinda McQueen]

Thanks for reading and leaving your thoughtful review.

[John the Baptist]

A biographical offering that makes an important point. Sometimes circumstances can be crushingly painful, but we need not be crushed by them. The poet's profile indicates she was afflicted early by a crippling illness, but she did not let it overcome her. Developing her writing skill allowed her to become a published author. There is always hope.

[Melinda McQueen]

Yes, there is always hope. Thanks for reading and leaving your review.